Chapter 14: No Biting!  

Warning: Please beware that some content of this chapter is not good for children, especially under 18 years old.

Ruan Yan didn’t know Xiao Jin’s intentions, but if he did, he’d probably be struggling even more than he already was.

When his gaze met Xiao Jin’s, he was struck by the anger in his eyes, his body stiffening. He instinctively tried to pull back.

But a large hand clamped down on his waist, and he couldn’t move.

The room was now completely filled with his own pheromones, and with no other bothersome scents around, Xiao Jin’s mood seemed to improve for no apparent reason.

Ruan Yan suddenly felt dizzy, and after a while, he began to feel heat rising at the side of his neck, around his gland.

He raised a hand to touch it—it felt both hot and itchy.

“Mm…” Ruan Yan lowered his head and let out a soft, low sound, taking a deep breath.

It was as if something was about to break free from its cage.

The heat of his estrus.

The only thing left in Ruan Yan’s mind were those three words.

He clenched his hand into a fist.

“Will I really… go into estrus later?”

“If you continue to be affected by that Enigma pheromone, yes!”

Ruan Yan suddenly remembered what Doctor Wen had said.

Since that incident with the false estrus, he hadn’t shown any signs of estrus again. Xiao Jin hadn’t used pheromones to stimulate him either.

In the past two months, aside from having trouble sleeping, his body hadn’t shown any unusual symptoms.

Doctor Wen had mentioned that only Enigma could control their pheromones so precisely.

“Ugh…” Ruan Yan let out a faint whimper.  

His body suddenly swayed as if it were about to collapse. Xiao Jin noticed immediately, and with quick reflexes, he reached out to pull Ruan Yan into his arms.

Xiao Jin had been drinking, and at first, he thought the smell of alcohol was coming from him. It wasn’t until he saw the blush spreading across Ruan Yan’s face that he realized something was wrong. The air around them also began to fill with the strong scent of whiskey.

“You’re in your sensitive period!?”

Xiao Jin was both shocked and confused. The intensity of the pheromones in the air was exactly the kind of concentration typical of an Alpha during their sensitive period, but it had only been a little over two months since Ruan Yan’s last one.

Alpha sensitive periods usually occur on a six-month cycle.

Ruan Yan’s rationality was slowly burning away, the sounds in his ears were making him want to escape, but Xiao Jin held onto him, his hand firmly landing on Ruan Yan’s neck.

His brows furrowed slightly.

So hot?

In a daze, Ruan Yan turned his head, burying his cheek into the man’s chest.

It seemed like he even called out Xiao Jin’s name.

The pheromones in the air twisted together, intertwining with the cold, icy scent.

When Xiao Jin heard Ruan Yan call his name in such a soft tone, the irritation he had felt earlier seemed to vanish completely.

This person in front of him, during their sensitive period, seemed different from other Alphas.

Normally, an Alpha’s sensitive period would make them irritable and quick-tempered. After finding their Omega, they would only become clingy after being soothed by their Omega.

But Ruan Yan’s earlier actions of rubbing against him made Xiao Jin feel… oddly fond.

It was as if Ruan Yan was a trapped Omega, caught in the throes of their heat.

Xiao Jin was in a surprisingly good mood. One hand wrapped around Ruan Yan, while the other mischievously pinched his chin. “I’ll give you a chance. What do you want?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Yan seemed to regain a bit of his clarity. “I want… suppressants.”

Xiao Jin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his teasing hand tightening just a little as he spoke in a low voice, “I’ll give you two options: want Xiao Jin, or want suppressants?”

Ruan Yan lowered his gaze.

In the haze of his thoughts, he remembered something. He was in an improper relationship with Xiao Jin. He should choose Xiao Jin.

Ruan Yan turned his head, trying to shake him off, his tone more stubborn than before. “I want suppressants!”

Xiao Jin felt he should be angry, but instead, he found this person’s fragile pride, so easily shattered, oddly endearing.

“Heh.” Xiao Jin chuckled softly. “There is no second option. From the beginning to the end, there’s only one option: you want! Xiao! Jin!”

His deep gaze shimmered with waves of emotion, darker than the night outside the window.

Xiao Jin lowered his head, then took off his jacket and wrapped it around the person in his arms, carrying them out of the bar in a horizontal position.

He didn’t have the habit of doing things in public.

…

Inside the room, the atmosphere was charged with a tantalizing, entangled energy.

Xiao Jin’s breath brushed against Ruan Yan’s neck.

The strong scent of alcohol mingled with the pheromones, making Xiao Jin’s head spin.

He could clearly feel the person in his arms stiffen, and the next moment, they suddenly began struggling violently. Ruan Yan shook his head forcefully, his voice panicked. “No marking! No marking!”

“Marking?” Xiao Jin tilted his head slightly, frowning. It wasn’t like he was about to mark anyone; it was just that his teeth had suddenly itched.

How could an Alpha mark another Alpha?

“No! No!”

Ruan Yan struggled to break free from Xiao Jin’s hold.

Even though Ruan Yan didn’t say it clearly, he knew exactly what he was refusing.

Xiao Jin, taken aback by his reaction, felt like a criminal in the situation. He reluctantly compromised. “Fine, fine, I won’t bite! Is that okay?”

The night lasted until the early morning, when the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

On the windowsill, water droplets from flower petals fell.

Ruan Yan, completely exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Jin sat at the edge of the bed, a little stunned.

He thought back to the previous times. Ruan Yan had always resisted, silently enduring the entire ordeal without saying a word.

But this time, in the latter half, it was Ruan Yan who actively sought it.

Even using a little bit of coquettishness.

Xiao Jin couldn’t stop replaying the image of Ruan Yan sweetly using a softer tone to act coquettish.

“You still want…”

Before Xiao Jin could pull himself out of the memory of Ruan Yan’s coquettishness, he was once again entangled, falling together into the abyss of desire.